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bvikonur · a minute ago
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Police ‘misconduct’ is not just misconduct, in the sense which law and policy makers would make us believe. It’s a deeper underlying issue, culturally coated, shapeshifting and influenced by corruption, and people’s careers riding on that corruption, making them dependable on it. This is how you create the perfect monster. I don’t like the idea of a constitutionalized police in general, there are other options, which I don’t want to talk about here. But just know this, they are inherently weak men. Because they have been created that way. To make someone weak, you don’t take away their resources, weapons and teeth. To make someone really weak, you train them into your own twisted way of being a monster and then you make them disciplined and give them the illusion of power, keep them on a short leash and pray that no one hangs you from it. And weak men and women will always be nothing else than good oppressors, remember this next time you see someone get beaten up by our supposed helpers in blue. So they fear you, and instill fear on others in return, protecting the corruption, keeping it fed and feeding on it.
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frankie-catfish-morales · 50 minutes ago
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FOR. VAPING.
This is the same police department that pulled my husband out of an apartment for NO REASON and beat the shit out of him, putting their knee in his neck, breaking his ribs & causing contusions to his neck. FUCK the police, and specifically, FUCK the Ocean City, MD police.
These teens were charged with “assaulting the officers.” My husband was charged with the same thing. We got the body cam footage back and he never touched them. The OC police do this to cover up the fact that they used unnecessary force. I cannot WAIT to teach these fuckers a lesson.
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cohenfitch · 5 hours ago
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How to Take Legal Action Against Police Brutality?
If you or your loved one has been a victim of police brutality, you can consult with New York City Police Brutality Attorneys for legal guidance. Read this blog and know the legal actions that you can take against police brutality:
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graythereaper · 7 hours ago
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Cops RETALIATE Against Professor Covering Brutality Cops pulls kids out of a random car and sexually assaults them in public. Instead of getting in trouble, they are trying to fine and harass the people who reported it with illegal and false pretenses. Yet the precinct and courts are even on the cops side and protecting them. Like usual, they will face no punishment.If the police riots and everything else didn't prove modern police are a culture of criminals... this sure should.
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unsocialife · 9 hours ago
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hey i’m gonna say something
so the new purge movie (‘the forever purge’) is about what would happen if the purge was extended forever and all crime became legal.
as if the concept of the original purge wasn’t political propaganda enough, the new movie is a blatant response to recent sociopolitical events in america, specifically in regards to calls for police abolishment after many, many instances of police brutality and unjust murders. doesn’t the timing seem awfully convenient? the movie being released during a period of political unrest and uprising by marginalized communities? they know that there is more of us than there is them, and are making an attempt to scare us into complacency while capitalizing on their viewers at the same time
it’s a warning of how dangerous the concepts of communism and anarchy could be, and to be appreciative that the police are here to keep us safe. look at how the narrative is presented: the focus automatically goes to the crime that people (lower classes) would inevitably fall into, as opposed to what might happen if politicians and capitalists of the upper class would have to come face-to-face with the anger of the oppressed. the purge pushes the the idea that people are inherently bad and need something in place to punish them, even though there has been evidence in the past of how people would actually react to an anarchical society that differ from the popular expectation.
the creators of this movie are trying to make us feel ashamed for wanting a better system by presenting the worst case scenario, saying: “is this what you want? you should be thanking us that this isn’t the society you live in.”
they are scared of us. they are scared of the revolution. and this is their response.
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sozettagay · 11 hours ago
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so a pregnant woman got her car flipped over in a failed pit maneuver by police and a teenager was tasered and kneed in the neck while surrounded by multiple cops in broad daylight for allegedly vaping and people still come out of the woodwork with the “few bad apples” excuse 
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beauty5 · 13 hours ago
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Woman Killed After Man Drives Car Into Group Protesting Police Brutality in Minneapolis
Woman Killed After Man Drives Car Into Group Protesting Police Brutality in Minneapolis
A woman was killed when a man drove his car into a group of peaceful protesters in Minneapolis who had gathered in response to police brutality, police said. Three other people were injured.  According to The New York Times, a peaceful vigil was being held in response to the police killing of Winston Smith this past month. A witness and vigil participant told the Times that he and about 50 other…
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politishaun · 14 hours ago
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One woman was killed and three people were injured after a man plowed his car into a group of protesters in Minneapolis late Sunday. The suspect is in police custody after demonstrators pulled him from his vehicle following the crash, police said.
Officials had not identified the driver or the victim as of Monday, but Garrett Knajdek told the Minneapolis Star Tribune that his older sister, Deona M. Knajdek, of Minneapolis, was the protester who was killed. Police said the victim died at a hospital.
“She was using her car as a street blockade, and another vehicle struck her vehicle and her vehicle struck her,” Garrett Knajdek told the paper, saying he learned the details of his sister’s death from their mother and police.
Deona Knajdek, who has 11- and 13-year-old daughters, was just days shy of her 32nd birthday when she was killed.
The deadly crash happened just after 11:30 p.m. in the city’s Uptown neighborhood near the site where 32-year-old Winston Boogie Smith Jr. was fatally shot on June 3 by members of a U.S. Marshals task force who were trying to arrest him on a felony weapons charge. Three other people were treated for injuries, including one person who was also struck by the driver, police said; none of the three injuries were life-threatening, they said.
As of Monday, details about the driver’s identity and his potential motive were unknown, although Minneapolis police spokesman John Elder said that “preliminary investigation indicates that the use of drugs or alcohol by the driver may be a contributing factor in this crash.”
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creativeanchorage2 · 21 hours ago
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On the night of July 9, 2020, Nicole Harper went to bed crying, thinking she was no longer pregnant after an Arkansas state trooper — using a police driving maneuver to end car chases — flipped her vehicle on a highway after he accused her of not pulling over quickly enough during a traffic stop. ... The next day, however, a doctor detected a heartbeat, and Harper, who had spent years trying to get pregnant, is now the mother of a 4-month-old baby girl, Norwood said. ... While the civil lawsuit alleges that Harper suffered severe bodily injuries, Norwood declined to describe them in detail but said "the mental harm she suffered is way worse than the physical harm."
"She's not after the money. She wants the PIT policy reevaluated," Norwood said. "You shouldn't flip someone's car for the smallest traffic violation possible." ... Norwood said Harper was not trying to flee from the police officer and she wasn't a threat to anyone during the pursuit. It's a victimless crime, Norwood said, that led the officer to deploy excessive and unreasonable force against her.
That night, Harper was driving home alone...when Dunn initiated a traffic stop against her for going 84 mph in a 70 mph zone.
He turned on his lights and siren while pursuing Harper, who immediately switched on her hazard lights, slowed down, and pulled into the right lane, according to a dashcam video provided to BuzzFeed News by Norwood.
Harper felt there wasn't enough room on either shoulder of the highway due to concrete barriers to safely pull over her car, she states in her lawsuit and in a conversation with Dunn immediately after the accident. Instead, she turned on her blinkers, dropped her speed to approximately 60 mph, and waited to pull over at an exit ahead, the lawsuit states.
A little over two minutes into the pursuit, Dunn used a PIT — tapping his vehicle into the back of Harper's car — to force her to stop. The PIT caused her red SUV to veer sharply to the left toward the concrete barrier, and seconds later it flipped over, leaving Harper hanging upside down in her seat.
While Dunn was helping Harper get out of the car, he is heard asking her on the dashcam video, "Why didn't you stop?"
"Because I didn't feel like it was safe ... I didn't feel like there was enough space," Harper is heard saying.
"Well, this is where you ended up," Dunn replies, as Harper struggles to get out of the car.
She is heard telling Dunn, "I'm pregnant!" to which Dunn says, "Well, ma'am, you've got to pull over when we tell you."
During their conversation, Harper is heard agreeing with Dunn that she was speeding, but says she didn't think the shoulders were wide enough for her to pull over. She then tells him that's why she had turned on her hazard lights to indicate that she was going to stop ahead.
"I didn't even think it was safe for you for me to pull over there," she is heard telling Dunn. "I thought it would be safe to wait until the exit."
Dunn then tells her how police use the PIT maneuver when they believe people are fleeing from them. ... In 2020, the Washington Post reported that since 2016, at least 30 people have been killed and hundreds more injured when police use PIT maneuvers to end car chases. At least 18 of those deaths were when police tried to stop the cars for minor traffic violations such as speeding, and at least four people who died were bystanders or victims of the crime.
Norwood said that at no point has Dunn apologized to Harper for endangering her life, and he is not aware of any disciplinary action taken against the officer. ...
Norwood said he and Harper reached out to the state police several times to resolve the issue privately and to urge them to reexamine their PIT policy, but said they refused.
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antifainternational · 21 hours ago
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In honor of our 7th anniversary, each day this month we will post one of our favorite antifascist actions from around the world from the past year!
Today: February 16/17, 2021 - Thousands demonstrated and rioted in cities across Spain after the arrest of Catalan antifascist and communist rapper Pablo Hasél, for the crime of “praising” ETA, and insulting the Spanish monarchy and police in his music and in tweets. Protesters fought riot police, and attacked police stations and banks.
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katako · 23 hours ago
would you mind going into why lin being a cop is bad? i’ve never thought of that before and i wanna know if any of my view about the topic are wrong !!
well cops are a very western very white thing and it's just a very weird move to make cops exist in a world inspired by asia/inuit cultures. also, cops have a long and incredibly violent history with brown or indigenous people and it's just not a good look to have characters who are cops in a world full of brown and indigenous characters. lin is an asian women and it's odd to say the least to make a poc a cop
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Police at it again.
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sirfrogsworth · a day ago
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[Trigger warning for police brutality.]
Apparently, this 17 year old kid needed to be tasered for the horrible crime of vaping.
I saw so many people defending this on Twitter. They said he was reaching behind him and that was enough cause to push 50,000 volts through his nervous system. A witness said one of the cops told him to take off the backpack while another said to get on the ground. They couldn't get on the same page and give consistent instructions and this kid paid the price for that incompetence. Seems he was screwed no matter what.
Everything is a threat to US police. It's such a terrible mindset. It's a terrible way to train officers. There has to be a better way.
I remember a really bad day I had last year. My parents were gone all day to doctors' appointments. My pharmacy didn't have my medicine so I had to take an Uber all around town to find a place to fill it. After hours of driving and going in and out of pharmacies I finally returned home. But because I almost never leave the house, I forgot to bring keys with me. The second I realized this, it started pouring down very cold rain.
Thankfully I had our family phone, so I called my neighbor, I called Katrina to see if she could find a locksmith, but in the end, I had to call the local police.
I pulled a chair under the overhang of our garage so less of the cold rain would hit me. As I waited for the police to arrive I burst into tears. A few minutes later they arrived. As they approached me, sitting in a chair, holding a cane, crying and wet... they both kept their hands on their guns. They just kept them there, at the ready, until I gave them my identification.
I'm sure they'd tell you that is "standard procedure." And I was privileged enough to not feel a huge sense of danger. But it was still unnerving, to say the least. And I can't imagine how that "standard procedure" would have felt for someone with a different skin color.
Not everything is a threat and shit like this is going to keep happening until that mindset is changed.
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whimperwoods · a day ago
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Oswin - The Archdevil
Part 2 of a new series about Oswin Greystone, wizard con man and deeply unfortunate man.
So anyway, yeah, the captain of the guard wants a pet wizard. Things are not looking great for poor Oswin. They’re not looking great in his own series, now, because this is long enough to need a readmore. Let me know if you want to be on a taglist and I’ll start one. I’m not sure how much of this there will be, but he and his creepy captain really grabbed my imagination, so certainly there will be some more after this.
Continuation of this post.
tw: abuse, tw: abuse of authority, tw: fantasy police brutality (though he’s kind of stopped pretending to be acting as a cop at this point), tw: fantasy devil worship, tw: pet whump (working toward it anyway), tw: devil contracts
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Oswin’s legs couldn’t hold him, but the whip that had nearly killed him was back in the guard captain’s hand, so he kept dragging himself along beside him, crawling awkwardly forward on his good hand and his knees and nearly tangling himself up in the robes that, with the back sliced open, hung down in his way, barely attached to him anymore.
At the bottom of the steep, winding staircase, Oswin’s limbs were already quaking, and he let out a soft whimper that made his throat ache.
The captain moved around him and squatted down in front of his head, cupping his face in one hand. “First choice, pet. You’re going up two flights of stairs, up to my chambers over the main office. You may crawl, you may be dragged, or you may be carried. I spent too much on that healing potion to hope for dragging, but you’ll need to be a very good boy if I carry you.”
Oswin’s brain couldn’t catch up. This wasn’t right. None of this was right. This wasn’t how people talked. It wasn’t how people were. Except - wasn’t it? He’d been in the courts of petty, tyrannical lords before, on occasion. He’d watched men who could get away with it pinch serving women and belittle servants and - and perhaps that was what this man thought was happening. Perhaps he thought Oswin a servant, or likely to become one. And without Oswin’s books available to him, maybe he was right.
Oswin wanted to look down, to avert his eyes, but his time when he tried, the captain kept a steel grip on his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. They were dark, a brown that tended toward gray, without any of the warmth of his own, and hard as stones. He swallowed heavily, the pain in his throat insignificant next to the pain still raging across his back, but still easily made worse.
It had been hard enough getting himself to the foot of the stairs, and he couldn’t imagine breathing or moving would be easier on an incline.
“I can be a good boy, Master,” he whispered.
The captain smiled. “Clever. I’ll have to keep my eye on that. But then, I knew you would be. Come on, put your arms around my neck.”
Oswin knew he was a little underfed, but the captain picked him up like it was nothing. The pressure of the captain’s arm across his ruined back felt white-hot, and he cried out hoarsely as he wrapped his arms around the captain’s neck and tried to hold himself up, away from the contact. He wasn’t strong enough, and had to settle back into his new master’s grip, his eyes filling with tears and his breath growing ragged again.
“That doesn’t sound like being a good boy,” the captain whispered into his ear, a low half-growl, “That sounds like complaining when you’re being done a favor.”
Oswin forced himself to breathe through the pain, to catch his breath, to talk. His voice came out strained, and barely above a whisper. “No, Master, please! I’m grateful! I just -” he grunted in pain, in spite of himself, “I just needed to adjust but now I can be - I can be fully grateful, Master, please.”
He wasn’t sure he’d ever begged so much in one day, but this time it seemed to work, or at least, his master didn’t drop him down the stairs. Instead, the captain started climbing, not winded no the stairs even carrying Oswin’s weight. Oswin shivered in the man’s arms. He’d hoped during his whipping, before his mind fully abandoned him, that the beating would stop when the captain grew tired, but he was certain now that that hadn’t been the case.
He’d been in dangerous spots before, but this time - this time he couldn’t afford the sob that threatened to rise up in his throat, so he buried his face in the side of the captain’s neck, clinging more tightly so that the man wouldn’t think he had any thought of trying to get away.
The captain’s pleased little hum made the pressure behind Oswin’s eyes spike, but he couldn’t afford the tears, so he focused instead on his breathing, on keeping it steady, on leaning into the captain’s grip so as not to fall, and then they were at the top of the stairs and his master was still carrying him, his footsteps steady as he walked through a small receiving room, a smaller office, which was little more than a closet with a desk in it, and into a sparsely-decorated bedroom.
The captain set Oswin down on the floor, just inside the door, and Oswin watched as he pulled an old, soft-looking rug to the side and revealed a set of sigils carved into the floor in circles, which he calmly traced over in chalk, reinforcing them.
Oswin’s skin crawled, and his stomach soured, but he knew he had no hope of making it down the stairs, much less out of the building, without being caught and, presumably, tortured to death.
The captain retrieved a set of fine wax candles, more expensive than Oswin would have expected in a room like this, and Oswin thought, passively, that a quick death might have been worth it, but that wasn’t what he’d been promised.
The captain lit most of the candles and then came toward Oswin, manhandling him into the center of the circle without a word, and then arranging him on his knees, barking a single order: “Kneel.”
Oswin’s hands were bound behind his back, and he hung his head, not sure if he was going for deferential, or just for too pathetic to hurt again. Either way, the effort of staying upright soon took all of his attention, so that he hardly noticed the final candle being lit.
An enormous, winged figure stepped into the room, out of nowhere. He seemed to fill the space entirely, then shrunk down to merely looming, a head and a half taller than the guard captain and clearly strong enough to break either of them in half.
Oswin’s master was beside him, and knelt, too, albeit only on one knee, bowing deeply to the archdevil.
As the captain’s back straightened, the devil said, “Rise. Why do you request an audience, my champion?”
The captain got to his feet, but then bowed again, still standing. “I humbly propose an addendum to my contract, Master.”
Oswin’s mouth dried instantly. Power radiated from the archdevil like nothing he’d ever felt before, and his voice dripped with it. Was this fool really going to try to negotiate with it?
The archdevil laughed. “I already own your soul, child. What else is left to offer?”
The captain gestured toward Oswin. “His, for a start.”
Oswin looked up in surprise, and instantly regretted it. It had been one thing to sneak glances at the archdevil through his eyelashes; it was another to look directly up at him, meeting a pair of terrifying eyes that seemed made entirely of fire.
“You think you can make contracts with other people’s souls?”
“I can if you’re willing to agree to my terms - what I want is his soul, but not to keep, of course. I’m happy to cede it back to you the moment he dies. And my original contract stipulated that I was willing to work for you, but not to proselytize. It was a point of contention at the time, if I recall, but I told you I would not be certain enough to promise such a thing, outside myself, for some years. It has been ‘some years,’ Master, and I’m happy to find you new followers, provided that it does not jeopardize the other work I do for you.”
“And your interest in his soul?” the devil asked, still looking Oswin in the eye. Oswin found himself paralyzed, unable to look away. Under that devilish gaze, he felt like his chest was being torn apart, his insides pulled out and studied, even though no one was touching him.
“I’ve always wanted a pet wizard,” the captain said casually, “Call it professional curiosity. I know my magic is yours, of course, Master, but I’d like to study those humans who do it on their own - and I’d like to harness it. I won’t be learning myself, of course. I know where my skills lie, and the purpose you’d have me put them to. But I don’t like the idea of humans with power, and I want this one under my thumb, where I can learn to tear those apart.”
Oswin was shaking, the wounds across his back pulsing again, agonizing, while the devil’s eyes continued to rove over his front. He felt like a bug, pinned to a scientist’s paper, but the paper was burning, too, acidic and deadly.
“And why this one?” The devil’s eyes suddenly left him, turning their full force on the captain, and Oswin sagged forward, gasping for breath.
“This one’s a very interesting case,” the captain said. “No respect for a contract, which I’m hoping to beat out of him, but for once I had a wizard in my sights who wasn’t blatantly dangerous, and I thought I’d make good on the opportunity. He’s been selling counterfeit spell scrolls, and then disappearing to ply his trade somewhere else in town before his victims actually try to read or copy the damned things. The thing is, we know he’s strong enough that he could make the real thing, were he properly - motivated. He’s useful, but in need of - management.”
The archdevil hummed thoughtfully, and the captain added, “In our attempts to capture him, he displayed quite a bit of power and - spunk. I know better than to think I could control him without your direct assistance, my lord. But I hope to use him in your service.” He bowed again, more quickly this time.
The archdevil stepped forward into the circle, which Oswin had really been hoping he couldn’t do, and reached down, raising Oswin’s chin to make him look into those flaming eyes again, and nearly lifting him off the ground by the head as he did it.
“And I suppose it doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty little thing, hmm?” the devil asked, his flame eyes flicking quickly to the captain and back.
The man chuckled. “No, my lord. It does not. Nor does it hurt that he’s already proven he breaks beautifully. You should have heard him begging earlier.”
“We will negotiate the details without him,” the archdevil said imperiously, “It’s simpler that way. And he can agree or refuse.”
Oswin was nearly hyperventilating in the devil’s grip.
“I’m not sure which I think is more interesting,” the devil added casually, before letting go of Oswin’s face and waving his hand in a pattern too quick for even Oswin’s practiced eyes to follow. A blanket of silence fell over him and he could hear nothing, not even his own breathing, for so long that he found himself collapsed inward before the sound returned, bowed low, with his forehead on the floor and his chest and stomach cushioned against his legs, where he could feel the rise and fall of the breaths he couldn’t hear and know that he was still alive.
He realized he was sobbing in dry, heaving gasps only when sound came rushing back to his ears, but he wasn’t sure how long he had been doing it.
“Very well,” the archdevil said, “Lift his head. I want to look him in the eyes again.”
The captain’s hands forced Oswin upward, tilting his head back to make him look up at the looming devil.
“Oswin the wizard,” the archdevil said, power already crackling in his voice in a way that seemed to bind up the air in Oswin’s lungs. “I assume there’s a surname that goes with that.”
“G-greystone, my lord,” Oswin said, the answer tearing out of him in spite of his dry mouth and aching throat, “My father was a mason, but thought to better himself, or at least our family.”
“Hmm, well, now you’ll be in service of a captain of the city guard - and of me. It seems he’ll be getting his wish.”
Oswin shuddered. The archdevil’s voice was oil-smooth, but so, so dangerous. He nodded wordlessly, knowing better than to disagree.
“Should you agree to cosign this addendum with my champion,” the archdevil continued, “You will be bound, body and soul, to his service. Your soul will be mine, to be delivered upon your permanent death. You will be marked as mine, but you will not receive any of my power, nor will you be allowed to use yours outside of your master’s orders.”
The archdevil’s mouth quirked upward into a smile. “I should warn you, wizard, this is an extremely bad deal for you. But my champion assures me that you are a genuine affront to order, and that whether you sign or not, you will be brought to heel. Or you could choose to be tortured to death. But you should know that your master’s contract with me stipulates that if you do not cooperate, he may kill you up to five times and have you returned to his care to try again. I have never seen a man strong enough to withstand being tortured to death a third time, much less a fourth. I’m afraid a bad deal is the only one you’ve got.”
Oswin’s mind swam. He was trapped again, pinned by those eyes, and he was burning, he was sure of it. His mind felt like it was caught in an earthquake, struggling to run to safety with the land bucking underneath him. Just as he took in a breath to speak, the archdevil interrupted him.
“Do not think you can make a deal of your own with me, instead, Oswin Greystone. This one likes a challenge, and he is a useful servant. I don’t make contracts with the desperate. Not worth the work of keeping an eye on them. Break his hold on you, and I will let the consequences be what they will. But try to take your soul back from me and I will destroy you where you stand. I do not have the patience to shepherd one who is reluctant.”
The captain held up a knife. “This agreement will be sealed in blood, or not at all. What do you choose, submission or death?”
The archdevil’s eyes had not left him. Gods, he was burning up. He knew with complete certainty that death, even drawn out, would mean facing this devil again, would mean those flaming eyes burning into him, that oil-slick voice talking to him, that crackling, unbearable power licking at the edges of his own, and he’d just wind up right back here again, waiting to be tortured.
What escaped his lips was a sob, and not an agreement, but the archdevil looked away, making a soft noise of satisfaction. “He chooses submission. Bring the parchment.”
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Watch "Cop Flips Pregnant Mom’s Car for Not Pulling Over Fast Enough" on YouTube
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Thankfully both the woman and her baby are fine, but goddamit.
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